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Asta—Miss Asta—I cannot tell you how strongly I feel that you are wrong in this! A little onward, perhaps, from to-day and tomorrow, all life's happiness may be awaiting us. And we must needs pass it by! Do you think we will not come to repent of it, Asta?
Asta.
[Quietly.] I don't know. I only know that they are not for us—all these bright possibilities.
Borgheim.
[Looks at her with self-control.] Then I must make my roads alone?
Asta.
[Warmly.] Oh, how I wish I could stand by you in it all! Help you in the labour—share the gladness with you
Borgheim.
Would you—if you could?
Asta.
Yes, that I would.
Borgheim.
But you cannot?
Asta.
[Looking down.] Would you be content to have only half of me?
